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Drew/Theresa/Amber/Other
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Neither
Drew or Theresa enjoyed making love. Penetrative sex was
the most boring and bland thing possible for them. They made love
twice: the night they decided to be lovers and then once again a few
months later in a friend's bands van while they played to a roaring
crowd of woman hating, young Republican, Straight Edge fans.
Drew felt
like a robot and did not like how ritualistic and
necessary it felt. Once
a
male hits their teens and becomes sexually active it is very hard to
stop that ritual, no matter how you feel. Most of the time Drew
wished he could never get hard again. For the most part it was a
complete waste of time, money, and energy. He would rather be
reading a book.
Theresa squinted at him through the morning light. She did as much as she could to hide her sexuality. The closely cropped hair, the rare application of makeup, the complete lack of desire for anything resembling feminine clothing. Under the sheets they squeezed each other's hands tightly. She slid up to his face to meet his smile. The sun flashed across her eyes as she smiled back and whispered good morning. Quietly Drew told her how much he loved her.